Post by PCW Staff on Feb 12, 2021 21:18:40 GMT -5
Grimm stands backstage. Waiting for his cue to enter to a full moon’s glow, the quick video of a creepy disembodied signature across tattered parchment (grimm in candlelight), the crescendo of piano and layered distortion. An entrance that serves as a variation of what fans and opponents and occasional allies have watched for, what, something like fifteen years or there abouts? They all know what it means. What to expect. What to brace oneself for.
And as he stands and waits, he has a notion. You know, no one expects these six person tag matches to have a definitive winner. Especially when one of teams consists of three men on the verge of beating each other senseless over the PCW World Title. No one would hold it against anyone if their team ‘loses.’ And as such, given the stakes and what waited just around the corner, no one would be shocked if any of these participants took it upon themselves to get a head start on that match. Whether it be a blindside attack back here behind the cameras, or ‘poor communication’ leading to a missed tag out there, or a simple sucker punch at any moment, Pure Class Wrestling has seen it all before. Why not here? Why not now?
Grimm sighs. Because that’s not how the Hangtown Horror operates. There’s no honor in those kinds of tactics, World Title on the line or not. If you can’t say you beat your opponents while they’re at their best, then what’s the point? So Grimm will remain the best teammate he can be, given the circumstances. Whether Justin Michaels and Gerard Angelo can say the same remains to be seen.
Make no mistake: Grimm will leave Rick Majors, Texas Tim, and Loki to their own devices. As actual booked opponents for this match, he will give them no quarter and expect none in return. Gerard and Stormm, though…(tainted) love lost or not...he will give them the benefit of the doubt for as long as they deserve.
Grimm stretches and shakes out his arms and legs. Any minute now.
But if either of his teammates give in to their baser instincts…if either think they’re being smart by attacking a future opponent before the day of their match arrives…Grimm will respond one hundred-fold. They will see the Hangtown Horror at his worst.
Heaven help them if they haven’t learned that after all these years.
PCW Trauma: Love Hurts
Friday February 12th, 2021
Sasha Greene: "The following 'Tainted Love' six person tag match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
Sasha Greene: "... from the Great State of Texas: TEXAS TIM!"
Sasha Greene: "And.."
Sasha Greene: "... from Minneapolis, Minnesota, he is the PCW North American Champion: LOKI!"
Sasha Greene: "And their opponents..."
Sasha Greene: "... first, from Hangtown, Kentucky, he is the winner of the 2020 Deadly Rumble: GRIMM!"
Sasha Greene: "And his first partner, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 pounds, he is the winner of the 2020 Icemann Invitational, "The Living Legend", GERARD ANGELO!"
Sasha Greene: "And finally, making his way to the ring, from Kansas City, Kansas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds..."
Sasha Greene: "... he is the PCW World Champion... The Force of Nature... STORMM!"
Six Person "Tainted Love" Tag Match
Stormm (PCW World ©), Grimm & Gerard Angelo vs Loki (PCW North American ©), Rick Majors (PCW Genesis ©) & Texas Tim
Referee: Ed Lane
“The winners of this match are the team of Gerard Angelo, Grimm, and the PCW World Champion: Stormm!”
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And as he stands and waits, he has a notion. You know, no one expects these six person tag matches to have a definitive winner. Especially when one of teams consists of three men on the verge of beating each other senseless over the PCW World Title. No one would hold it against anyone if their team ‘loses.’ And as such, given the stakes and what waited just around the corner, no one would be shocked if any of these participants took it upon themselves to get a head start on that match. Whether it be a blindside attack back here behind the cameras, or ‘poor communication’ leading to a missed tag out there, or a simple sucker punch at any moment, Pure Class Wrestling has seen it all before. Why not here? Why not now?
Grimm sighs. Because that’s not how the Hangtown Horror operates. There’s no honor in those kinds of tactics, World Title on the line or not. If you can’t say you beat your opponents while they’re at their best, then what’s the point? So Grimm will remain the best teammate he can be, given the circumstances. Whether Justin Michaels and Gerard Angelo can say the same remains to be seen.
Make no mistake: Grimm will leave Rick Majors, Texas Tim, and Loki to their own devices. As actual booked opponents for this match, he will give them no quarter and expect none in return. Gerard and Stormm, though…(tainted) love lost or not...he will give them the benefit of the doubt for as long as they deserve.
Grimm stretches and shakes out his arms and legs. Any minute now.
But if either of his teammates give in to their baser instincts…if either think they’re being smart by attacking a future opponent before the day of their match arrives…Grimm will respond one hundred-fold. They will see the Hangtown Horror at his worst.
Heaven help them if they haven’t learned that after all these years.
PCW Trauma: Love Hurts
Friday February 12th, 2021
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to PCW Trauma where, tonight, Love Hurts!
Ace Anderson: That's right! It has become an annual tradition in PCW in recent years! Enemies and future opponents have been forced to team up! Tonight, the three men who will battle for the PCW World Title at Mass Destruction will be on the same side as they take on the North American Champion, the Genesis Champion, and Texas Tim!
Jerry Andrews: Let's get down to ringside!
“T is for Texas” by Jimmie Rodgers plays and out steps Texas Tim, wearing a white cowboy hat, chaps, and spurs along with a fringed jacket and a big smile on his face. He enters the ring, takes off his cowboy regalia, and prepares for battle.
The lights go out. The crowd cheers instinctively before eventually falling silent. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to boom throughout the arena, the lights in the building flashing along with the drum beat of the song. Then, from the entrance way, steps Rick Majors.
Wearing a black denim military jacket, a grey t-shirt, and jeans, Rick Majors pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. He then looks up and starts to make his way to the ring.
"This is war with no weapons,
Marching with no stepping,
Murder with no killing,
Illing every direction."
Majors walks slowly, looking out around the arena as he continues his way down to the ring.
Sasha Greene: "And his first partner, from Toronto, Ontario, he is the PCW Genesis Champion: RICK MAJORS!"
The lights in the arena burst on fully as the song's chorus hits.
In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your hope turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today.
Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron for a moment before entering the ring. Majors stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd, awaiting the start of the match.
The throaty growl of "Hross" by Skáld begins as the tron flickers to life with snow. ᛚᚢᚴᛁ flashes in white letters across the snow-flecked screen before the runes begin to flicker, alternating between the Nordic symbols and Loki. As the heavy strings take over Loki stands on the stage, black hood pulled up. Fog and snow envelop the stage as he makes his way slowly down the ramp.
As he gets to the bottom of the ramp, Loki stops and surveys the crowd for a moment before climbing the stairs and entering the ring. He circles the ring before exploding off the ropes, crosses the ring, and leaps onto the middle rope, throwing back his hood just as the music picks up.
The music starts to fade as Loki removed the black leather jacket and throws it out of the ring. Retreating to the corner, he readies himself
The three men share a somewhat uneasy glance at one another as the introductions continue.
Sasha Greene: "And their opponents..."
The lights shift to a sickly shade of yellow. A pale glow, as if the arena has been cast in the harvest moon’s reflection off the season’s first killing frost. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the PCW-Tron. The name flickers in the guttering candle light.
Thump. Clap. Thump. Clap. An incessant electric tremolo. The deep end of a piano. The ebb and flow of a dissonant wail builds to a wall of noise as Zeal and Ardor’s “You Ain’t Coming Back (Instrumental)" breaks forth upon the masses, heralding the arrival of Grimm.
A lone silhouette steps out onto the entry way, and as it begins the long walk to the ring, candle wax drips onto the parchment. The lights fall into a pestilential throbbing, in and out of time with the discordance raging from the speakers. The Hangtown Horror remains deadset on the ring, steadfast in his approach. He climbs onto the apron and slides between the ropes. Hopping upon a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.
The PCW Arena is plugged into darkness as the opening hook to "Amazing" by Kanye West blasts out over the PA. The lights on the stage flash with the opening drum beat. Suddenly a spotlight blasts down onto the stage, revealing Gerard Angelo, with his back turned to the Faithful. He extends both his arms out to the side, one hand gripping the briefcase, where he keeps his Any-time, Anywhere contract, by the handle. He lifts the case above his head, spinning around to face the PCW Faithful as the house lights come on, leading to the Faithful erupting into boos.
Sasha Greene: "And his first partner, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 pounds, he is the winner of the 2020 Icemann Invitational, "The Living Legend", GERARD ANGELO!"
He smirks as he surveys the crowd behind his trademark shades, holding the briefcase up proudly, before dropping it down and throwing his hood back. Gerry walks down the ramp, cocky and confident as always, pointing at the fans booing and showing them the briefcase, letting them know that he’s the best in the world. He stops at the ring stairs and slaps the top step before climbing them, and walking to the center of the ring apron. Angelo surveys the PCW Arena once more, holding the TIIT briefcase up high in one hand, before slipping through the middle and top rope into the ring. He walks to the opposite ring post, placing the case on the mat, before climbing onto the second turnbuckle. Gerry points to the crowd before unzipping his hoodie, pulling it off and pretending to toss it to the Faithful, before just dropping it on the floor. "The Hollywood Hero" hops down and removes his trademark sunglasses, before picking up the briefcase, clutching it to his chest as he crouches in the corner.
Without warning, the lights in the arena go out in a flash, and the sounds of rhythmic drums begin to beat like an oncoming war. Very subtle orange lights illuminate the ramp way as the strings begin to accompany the percussion, and the tron flickers back on with black and white aerial shots of the Kansas City metro area. The faithful are left in total darkness, and their cell phone screens and flashlights begin to sporadically light up the crowd, like stars in the night, as a dense fog has risen, covering the ramp. Despite how little time has passed, the beat has brought the crowd to their feat.
Then, as the crescendo reaches its peak, a spotlight hits the entrance to accompany the climax of "Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine, and Stormm instantly comes into view.
Sasha Greene: "And finally, making his way to the ring, from Kansas City, Kansas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds..."
The Force of Nature looks out into the crowd from underneath a black hood attached to an ankle length, black leather trench coat. The coat is covered in straps and buckles all left dangling about as the open coat sways with his movements. The crowd's reaction rivals that of the music volume, and Stormm acknowledges, looking left and then right, with a nod. His stare turns back to the ring, and he makes his way down the ramp with a black, wooden bat in his left hand, and the World title belt hanging from his right.
Sasha Greene: "... he is the PCW World Champion... The Force of Nature... STORMM!"
Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring in typical fashion before nodding towards Ace and Jerry, and tapping the announce desk with his bat. In one fluid motion, he hops up onto the apron, leans back onto the ropes, and points the bat out into the crowd, which draws in another pop from those in attendance. Climbing through the middle and top rope, he immediately scales to the second turnbuckle of the nearest corner, and raises the World title above his head, and out towards the crowd, as the arena lights slowly come back on as the spotlight fades out.
Stormm hops down, and throws the hood of his coat off of his head as he walks with purpose to the opposite corner, holding his title high for everyone to see once more, as the overwhelming adulation continued. No smile. No mouthing off. All business. The battle music fades out well before the reaction of the crowd does, but the Force of Nature waits patiently, perched from the top turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.
Jerry Andrews: We'll have the start of this incredible match when we return! Stay tuned!
Ace Anderson: Folks, welcome back to Trauma and we are all set to go with this big match!
Jerry Andrews: We had some hard stare downs and strong conversations during the break, and it wasn't just between opponents! These guys may be teaming tonight, but they certainly are not friends!
Jerry Andrews: We had some hard stare downs and strong conversations during the break, and it wasn't just between opponents! These guys may be teaming tonight, but they certainly are not friends!
Six Person "Tainted Love" Tag Match
Stormm (PCW World ©), Grimm & Gerard Angelo vs Loki (PCW North American ©), Rick Majors (PCW Genesis ©) & Texas Tim
Referee: Ed Lane
Jerry Andrews: How on earth are these tree going to coexist when they know they'll be competing against one another at Mass Destruction for the World Title?
Ace Anderson: I don't think they can, but it'll be fun to see what happens, won't it?
Ace Anderson: I don't think they can, but it'll be fun to see what happens, won't it?
The match begins with Stormm and Loki.
Ace Anderson: The World Champion and the North American Champion, facing off!
Jerry Andrews: A lot of PCW history here between these two men!
The two men lock up. Stormm shoves Loki back. Loki swings at him. Stormm gets hit and staggers back. Loki swings again. This time it’s blocked. Stormm fires back, staggering Loki. He hits another shot. Loki bounces off the ropes and comes back with a clothesline. Stormm thinks the same thing.
Jerry Andrews: Double clothesline!
Ace Anderson: Both men down!
Both competitors stand up. Loki uses the ropes to steady himself. Suddenly Stormm takes his legs out from under him with a chop block to the knee. Loki falls to the canvas, clutching his left leg.
Jerry Andrews: Ouch!
Ace Anderson: It looks like the North American champion could be really hurt here.
Jerry Andrews: You're right. Stormm has gone to his corner and tagged in Grimm, but Loki remains on the mat holding his knee.
Grimm goes to pull Loki up, but the referee stops him. He goes over and checks on him while keeping an eye on Grimm. Loki nods that he's okay to continue, but he remains on the mat.
The referee steps back and Grimm grabs Loki and throws him into the corner. Loki hits the turnbuckle hard and then falls to the mat.
Ace Anderson: I know Loki said he's okay to continue, but I'm not sure if he actually can. I don't think he can get to his feet.
Grimm stomps away on Loki, then pulls him up. He drops him with a DDT and goes for a cover:
1...
2...
Jerry Andrews: Texas Tim breaks up the pin!
Gerard Angelo rushes in to attack Tim before he can involve himself any further. Majors rushes in, but instead of attacking the opposite team, he grabs Loki and drags him closer to his own corner. Stormm notices this and rushes in, taking Majors down with a clothesline to the back.
Jerry Andrews: Smart move by Majors to drag Loki close to the corner!
Ace Anderson: Yeah, but now he's been laid out too!
The referee orders Tim, Angelo, and Stormm out of the ring. Loki manages to crawl even closer to his corner. Grimm tries to stop him, but Majors is up and on the apron...
Jerry Andrews: Tag!
Grimm manages to grab Loki's leg, but it's too late. He drops him as Majors rushes into the ring. Loki rolls to the outside.
Majors unloads in Grimm with several strikes. The Hangtown Horror seemingly absorbs them, then he clotheslines Majors down to the mat.
Jerry Andrews: Grimm nearly took Majors' head off there!
Ace Anderson: And look on the outside, Loki is getting some attention from our medical team.
Grimm hauls Majors to his feet, and nails him with a short arm clothesline! Grimm climbs to the second turnbuckle and comes off with a double axehandle to Majors’ back. He then pulls Majors up and hits a reverse DDT. He goes for a cover:
1…
2…
Jerry Andrews: Again Texas Tim with the save!
The referee gets him out of the ring. Grimm stands up and goes for a huge elbow drop, but Majors rolls to the outside, and begins to shake it out.
Ace Anderson: Shaking out the cobwebs here!!
Grimm slides out of the ring after him. Majors hits him with a punch. Suddenly Gerard Angelo joins the fray! And now Texas Tim! Majors grabs Grimm and whips him into the barricade!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm' back is going to be sore tonight!!!
Majors grabs Grimm in a front face lock.
Ace Anderson: Going for some form of a suplex here maybe?
Instead of suplexing him, Majors hangs him up on the barricade, and then drops a few elbows into his back, and then punches him in the kidneys. Majors slides into the ring, stopping the referee's ten count, then jumps to the ring apron.
Jerry Andrews: What’s he going to do here!?
No one ever finds out because Stormm knocks him off the apron! Meanwhile, Angelo throws Tim into the ringside steps. Grimm is back up on his feet now. He grabs Majors by the hair and rolls him into the ring.
Jerry Andrews: It looks like it’s going to be three-on-two for the rest of his match. The medical team is over near Loki right now and his knee does not look good.
Ace Anderson: When this night started, we wondered how Grimm, Angelo, and Stormm would coexist, but now the question will be how on earth will Rick Majors and Texas Tim stand a chance against the three of them?
Jerry Andrews: It’s hard to imagine that they will.
Grimm now heads to his corner and he tags in Gerard Angelo. Angelo enters as Majors is getting to his feet. He drops him with a clothesline. He then sets him up and hits a neckbreaker. Angelo goes for a cover:
1….
2…
Jerry Andrews: Kickout!
Angelo pulls Majors up and he’s hit with a chinbreaker. The move stuns him long enough that Majors can tag in Texas Tim. Just as Tim enters the ring, Angelo meets him with a snap superkick!
Jerry Andrews: Wow!
Ace Anderson: One Hit Wonder!
Angelo goes for a cover:
1….
2….
Jerry Andrews: Majors breaks up the cover!
Angelo gets up as the referee gets Majors out of the ring. He pulls Tim up and throws him into the corner. Angelo charges at him, but Tim dodges at the last second and Angelo’s shoulder drives into the ring post!
Jerry Andrews: Ouch! I think Gerard Angelo has just damaged his shoulder.
Ace Anderson: Running full speed into a ringpost will do that!
Tim spins Angelo around and hits him with a body punch combination in the corner and then finishes it off with a straight kick to the injured right shoulder. Angelo slumps into the turnbuckle and Tim goes to mount him to hit the 10 punch combination to the face.
Jerry Andrews: Here we go now.. 1.. 2.. 3... 4.. wait wait wait…..
Ace Anderson: Look at that! Ignoring the pain! Angelo is up to the task and good GOD what a powerbomb! Hard to ignore shots to the face but the Hollywood Hero is able to do it!
But the punches have taken their toll. Angelo is unable to make any kind of move towards Tim as it relates to making a cover. Eventually the two use the ropes to get to their feet and they circle one another carefully.
Jerry Andrews: Angelo little more cautious here now.
Ace Anderson: He’s so smart!
They lock up and Texas Tim drives his knee into Angelo’s stomach! He then hits him with an elbow to the back of the head as he’s doubled over. Angelo falls to the mat. Texas Tim now lays the boots to his opponent. He then scoops him up nto the top turnbuckle. He then signals to the crowd for a superplex. He gets his two feet on the middle rope...
Jerry Andrews: Angelo fighting back here! Just using left jabs! And now a right hook right across the face of Tim. It may have stunned him there!
Ace Anderson: OH MY!
Using his good left arm, Angelo hooks Texas Tim's head and leaps from the top rope smashing the champion into the canvas with a modified bulldog. Both men sprawl across the canvas and Tim is laid out on his back.
Jerry Andrews: Both men down… Angelo crawling to his corner now! And so is Tim!
Ace Anderson: Tag!
Jerry Andrews: Tag!
Stormm and Rick Majors are in now. Both men circle each other energetically.
Jerry Andrews: You can see both men's minds cranking to find an opening!
Ace Anderson: Rick has appeared to hit a snag! Lock up, and a quick headlock by Stormm!!
He tightens his arm around Majors' head and nails him with a closed-fisted punch. Majors charges Stormm and knocks him down, pounding his head into the mat repeatedly. The ref pulls him off. Majors paces to the left and right of Stormm as he stands up.
Jerry Andrews: Whip to the ropes by Majors, followed by a body splash!
Ace Anderson: The turnbuckle must be hurting! Stormm dodges!
Stormm gets up and looks to the crowd, seemingly oblivious to Rick standing behind him. A bulldog drives Stormm's head into the mat. He lifts him back up and connects with a vertical suplex. Stormm, on reflex, sits up and clutches his back.
Jerry Andrews: Majors on him now!
He pulls Stormm up from behind. Stormm reverses and gets behind Majors. A German suplex sends Rick to the mat, and Stormm keeps the waistlock for a bridge pin on Majors. It gets a two before he kicks out.
Jerry Andrews: Folks, we hate to do this, but we have to take a break! We'll keep recording, of course, and let you know what happens as soon as we return!
Jerry Andrews: Folks, welcome back! During the break, Stormm continued his assault on Rick Majors and he's firmly in control of this match now!
Stormm pulls Majors up. Majors shoves him back! The two run at one another!
Stormm pulls Majors up. Majors shoves him back! The two run at one another!
Jerry Andrews: ANOTHER double clothesline!
Both men try to crawl to their respective corners. Majors seems to be a bit closer to Tim…. When Gerard Angelo rushes in and attacks Majors!
Jerry Andrews: Come on!
Ace Anderson: He’s so smart! He really is!
Texas Tim rushes into the ring, but Grimm is in now and he hits a clothesline! Both men go flying over the ropes to the outside! Angelo pulls Majors up, but Majors hits him with a back body drop over the ropes! Stormm tackles Majors down now!
Jerry Andrews: Everyone is down! Tim, Angelo and Grimm are down on the floor! Majors and Stormm are down in the ring!
Both Stormm and Majors again crawl to their respective corners, but there's no one to tag! Suddenly, Loki pulls himself onto the apron! Majors tags him in!
Jerry Andrews: Loki is back in this match!
Ace Anderson: Yeah, but he's on one leg!
Loki limps across the ring as Stormm gets to his feet. Loki swings. Stormm dodges it and fires back. A right hand connects! And another! And another! Loki stumbles. Stormm kicks him in the stomach and he falls to the mat. The PCW World Champion pulls him up....
Jerry Andrews: The Force of Nature!!!
The cover:
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3!!!!
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us! We’ll see you at Mass Destruction!
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